Little Life on An American Ranch

  Chapter 81 Enriching the Ranch

  While walking, they corrected the pronunciation of the two sisters. When they arrived at the place, Barley and Wheat could almost pronounce the word black beans correctly.

   "Boss, are you done shopping?"

   Zhang Jialiang, who was riding on the railing, saw Jian Heng approaching, immediately got off the railing, and asked excitedly.

   "Didn't you mean twelve horses? Why are there so few now?" Zhao Changshan looked at Jian Heng carefully and asked.

Jian Heng waved his hand and sighed: "Oh, don't mention it, I don't know where the stupid guy came from, it seems to be against me specially! It seems that this horse doesn't want money, regardless of whether the price is reasonable or not, a Hold it tightly in your arms!"

  Hearing what Jian Heng said, Zhang Jialiang and Zhao Changshan glanced at each other, and then the expressions on their faces became a little unnatural.

   "What's the matter?" Jian Heng asked.

  Zhao Changshan said: "We seem to know a little about the ins and outs of this matter!"

   "Huh? I know you won't tell me." Jian Heng frowned, feeling that the two of them were delaying matters.

Zhang Jialiang said repeatedly: "We also found out from the chat just now. I didn't expect that you didn't buy it at all. I went to take a pee just now, and I met an Asian-looking guy. I opened my mouth and asked him if he was from China. Man, he nodded as soon as he heard it, and then we chatted, from the toilet to here."

  Jian Heng listened and said: "The point is, what is the toilet and not the toilet?"

   "The point is that they are horse dealers from China, and they are going to send a batch of horses into the country," Zhao Changshan said.

   Without even thinking about it, Jian Heng opened his mouth and asked the main point: "What is the quality of these horses, and can they be sold for money in China? The round-trip freight costs a dozen of these horses! What kind of money do they make?"

Zhang Jialiang said: "There is someone's way. Anyway, these horses are considered high-end horses when they are transported to the country. When the time comes, you can get some English certificates to raise the price. The price will be at least one hundred thousand. Even if you don't get it The certificate can be sold to the racecourse, and tourists can earn tens or hundreds of hours more than domestic horses by riding for an hour."

   "Damn!" Jian Heng understood as soon as he heard it, he was unlucky to encounter a domestic profiteer to solicit goods.

  Thinking of this, I feel a little doubtful: "Why did they come here? Isn't California closer?"

   "The price of horses in California has risen. It is cheaper for them to pick horses from here to China than from California!" Zhao Changshan said.

  Jian Heng said helplessly after hearing this: "Hey, it really is what the Chinese buy and what is expensive!"

   "Then what shall we do now?"

  Jian Heng looked at Zhang Jialiang: "Cold salad! I'm here today, let's see how things are doing here. If it's all right, let's rent a car and transport the cattle and sheep back!"

   "It's almost there." Zhao Changshan said: "The old veterinarian is checking the condition of the cattle and horses with the staff now. By the way, why did you suddenly think of buying sheep?"

   "It's going to be winter soon, and when we have free time, set up a mutton pot and drink two taels of small wine to rinse it off, what a beautiful day it will be," Jian Heng said.

  Zhang Jialiang blinked his eyes when he heard the words: "Brother, you have changed. You used to feel uncomfortable when you didn't have anything to do for a day, but now you're mostly thinking about it?"

"That was the money in the past. Of course, I have to keep thinking about making money, because if I don't make money today, I will be hungry tomorrow. It's different now. Brother, I don't panic when I have food in my hand. It's time to enjoy it, without messy ears, without a case, this is life," Jian Heng said with a smile.

  For Jian Heng, the current life has just begun. Of course, he has been running around for life for many years. Whether he makes money or not, his spirit is tense.

   Now that Jian Heng is in such a situation, he naturally wants to live a relaxed and happy life. What is the purpose of busying one's life in this life? Isn't it just to have a good life.

   Zhang Jialiang said inappropriately at this time: "Boss, if you can recite the entire "Humble Room Ming", I will obey you."

   "Don't play tricks on me, I'll let you know how the cowboys work tomorrow." Jian Heng looked at Zhang Jialiang and smiled maliciously.

   Feeling a little fuzzy when Jian Heng laughed, Zhang Jialiang said stiffly, "Isn't it just work, how difficult can it be?"

  The McAvoy sisters couldn't help laughing when they heard this. The two sisters who grew up on the farm naturally knew that the work on the ranch was not easy.

  If you know it, you know it, and the two sisters didn't tell Zhang Jialiang in detail. If you didn't just talk about it, you have to experience it yourself.

   "Come on, let's go over and have a look." Jian Heng said, he lifted his foot directly from the railing and turned into the fence. If there is a cow in front of him, he stretched out his hand and patted it, and went directly to the direction of old Lynch.

  Now old Lynch is discussing the health status of the animals with the quarantine personnel at the auction and the ranchers who came to deliver.

   Seeing Jian Heng approaching, Old Lynch extended his hand to say hello, and then continued with his work.

  Jian Heng didn't interrupt their conversation, but stood aside and waited for them to finish talking, and took a look at what he had gained today.

I have all the cattle and some sheep. The only thing I haven’t bought enough is the horses, but they are enough for now. There are only seven people who can teach in the full-fledged ranch. It is impossible for everyone to ride horses at the same time. Even if you go, you can still come here.

   "Jialiang, you pick a horse, and it will be your exclusive use in the future," Jian Heng said.

  Zhang Jialiang was overjoyed when he heard that: "Really?"

Jian Heng nodded: "Don't be merry, you will spend at least one or two hours a day on horseback in the future, then just don't cry, it's not just a horse, I'll pick out a suitable saddle for you later , you want to be a real cowboy these things are necessary."

   "Did you see it, did you see it, this is the treatment" Zhang Jialiang proudly said to Zhao Changshan.

  Seeing his happy appearance, Jian Heng couldn't help showing a playful smile.

  Zhao Changshan asked Jian Heng: "He did this job alone?"

   "I took it at first, but after a week at most, he has to do it himself."

Speaking of this, Jian Heng suddenly remembered that there is no cattle dog in his pasture, so he couldn't help scratching his head. Horses and cows are easy to find, but this cattle dog is not easy to find, and no one will sell this thing. The behavior of the old rancher is too important for the dog, and the cattle dog can only be raised and trained by himself.

  Thinking of this, Jian Heng couldn't help hating those vampires in the bank again.

At this time, Zhao Changshan made a suggestion: "I said, Xiao Jian, we still need to raise some chickens, pigs and so on. Anyway, it doesn't take much trouble. Let's not talk about chickens. What about a handful of millet, what about pigs?" Since we have so many people eating here, there will always be leftovers, and it’s just in time to feed the pigs.”

   "Wait for these things. The chickens and pigs here are not tasty. When I get some native chickens and black pigs, they will be stocked at that time," Jian Heng said.

Jian Heng has thought about this problem a long time ago. The pigs and chickens in the United States, including geese, do not taste right. After many generations of breeding and crossbreeding, the meat production is large, but the taste of the meat is really unbelievable. Congratulations, Jian Heng is not willing to eat this thing, anyway, he has space in hand, so he will go back to China tomorrow and get some chicken, duck and fish.

   "Go directly to New York to buy local chicken and black pigs!" Zhao Changshan said lightly.

  Jian Heng asked in amazement: "New York also has this thing?"

Zhao Changshan looked at Jian Heng as if he was looking at a mentally retarded child: "You don't think you're the only one who thought of this, do you? When I came here, there were Chinese family ranches in the countryside of New York raising these, let alone native chickens." Well, let me tell you this, the most famous native chickens include guinea fowl, ephedra chicken, and bearded chicken.”

  Hearing this, Jian Heng scratched his head: "Then do you think it's good for us to raise that kind of chicken?"

   In Jian Heng's heart, he called the local chicken Yiyu, but he didn't expect that there were so many varieties.

   "Why don't I just go back to New York, pick some suitable chickens and eggs, and bring back a few black soil pigs along the way, what do you think?" Zhao Changshan asked.

  Jian Heng asked again after hearing this: "Don't interbreed?"

   "Don't worry, this stuff must have the same taste as in China." Zhao Changshan said with a smile: "They pay more attention to the protection of purebreds than you do. They supply all the famous Chinese restaurants in New York. If the taste is not right, they don't want any restaurants."

   "That's okay, that's okay, it will save me trouble." Jian Heng nodded repeatedly, originally planning to go home and get some local chicken and pigs from his hometown, but he didn't expect Zhao Changshan to solve it all at once.

"Both pigs and chickens in China taste good? I don't believe it. Since the taste is good, why hasn't it spread?" Mai Mai was a little dissatisfied when he heard several people say that pigs and chickens in the United States were not good. The names of pigs and chickens are corrected.

  Zhao Changshan smiled: "Let's not argue, it's only a matter of a few days. When I bring the chicken to you to cook, you will know whether our words are true."

  Jian Heng also followed suit with a smile. American chicken is either fried or grilled, with a thick layer of marinade on it. How much of the original flavor of chicken does it taste like?

   I remember the first time Jian Heng came to the United States, he ate that kind of roast turkey leg, which was so filling that one stick was enough. Jian Heng felt like eating wood, it was unpalatable. However, Jian Heng didn't have much money in his pocket at that time, so he was reluctant to throw this thing away, so he tried his best to eat the turkey leg, and now when he thinks about it, Jian Heng still has that taste in his stomach.

   Several people here were talking, and the matter at Old Lynch's place had also come to an end. He turned around and walked over to Jian Heng with a stack of papers in his hand.

   "No big problem, the detailed inspection will not come out until we go back." Old Lynch handed the paper in his hand to Jian Heng, and began to explain the conclusions one by one.

Some parts of Jian Heng can’t understand the report. Although he has worked on the ranch for several years, the veterinarian is relatively professional. Cowboys have no problem dealing with minor diseases and disasters of livestock. They are more professional Just caught blind.

   "Mmm, yes!" Jian Heng nodded from time to time, expressing that he understood what Old Lynch said.

   It took about five minutes for Old Lynch to explain the results of his work to the employer, and his work was more than half completed.

   There is no problem, and the rest is to pay the bill. Jian Heng walked to the delivery place of the auction venue, took out these documents and took out the check book at the same time, and wrote a check.

The staff checked the check, and then began to deliver. The rest of the matter has nothing to do with Jian Heng. As for the tax collector next to him, he has nothing to do with Jian Heng. It’s ok, unlike in China, you have to pay taxes on sales, and you have to pay taxes on purchases.

  The goods were delivered very quickly, Jian Heng returned to the fence, and began to arrange to transport the ox carts, preparing to transport these cattle back to the pasture.

   Who knew something went wrong in this link: no car!

  Jian Heng frowned, helplessly not knowing what to say.

  All the larger transport vehicles have been chartered by someone, without even asking, Jian Heng can guess who chartered the vehicles. Now all that's left here is the car.

  But it is impossible for Jian Heng to hire a small cart. With dozens of cows and horses plus sheep, a small cart looks like four or five cows. How many small carts does this cost? It is not economical at all. It is said that labor in the United States is expensive. If it is transported back in this way, it will almost catch up with the cost of buying livestock.

   Just as Jian Heng was grimacing, Zhang Jialiang walked back and shook his head without saying a word. It was obvious that the long trailer to the west was also empty.

  Barley asked Jian Heng at this moment: "How are you doing?"

   "I don't have a problem, Guan Jian can't be surpassed by me alone," Jian Heng said.

   "We can, let's try it alone," Damai said.

   "You?" Jian Heng was a little suspicious.

  Wheat replied: "We have driven the herd, but we are not too sophisticated."

  Old Lynch said at this time: "Add me, I can help too"

   Now there is no other way to think about it, Jian Heng could only nod his head: "That's it! Brother Zhao, look this way, let's go to the store and buy some harnesses."

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